So Jim decides to do one of his famous three point turnarounds in the middle of the road. And I am scared of ditches! Petrified! I always have been. Jim tells me to close my eyes and explains to the boys that grandma has ditchaphobia (that’s what we call it). In addition to my fear of snakes and heights, I have an irrational fear of ditches. Pulling to the side of the road or heaven forbid backing up towards a ditch sends me into a shaking, whimpering, sniveling mess.
I survive the return to the house, retrieve the cucumbers and we head out again. The boys are still talking about silly grandma from their back seat viewpoint. Dakota speculates about a deep ravine (ok it was only a small ditch) on one side of the road and asked, “Grandma, what would that do to your ditchafearia?”I now have a new official name for this irrational fear – ditchafearia.